This is my dead soul.
Here lies the Lie.
Murdered w/ fucking and egotism.
Murdered w/ bad art and professionalism.
Murdered w/ horoscope and delusion.
Murdered w/ mediocrity and regret.
Murdered w/ pity and loathing.
Murdered w/ jealousy and paranoia.
Murdered w/ self-help and psychology.
Murdered w/ bitterness and blame.
Murdered w/ neglect and apathy.
Murdered w/ infidelity and conceit.
This is my dead soul.
This is the hollow passion
resounding through the grave.
